Vikings

Tell me what it is you want.

Are you unhappy?

Do you think the gods have cheated you?

I want my old position back.

I was never meant to be a servant,

a slave, a friend.

I am bitter and I am angry.

Everything I had, everything I possessed,

everything that I was

has been stripped away from me.

And my anger is like a stone...

A stone that I carry inside me that...

Weighs me down.

I cannot lift it.

In some ways, you are still fortunate.

Ragnar could have had you killed

at the same time as your husband.

I am supposed to be eternally grateful to my husband's killer?

I ask you once more why you have come here

if you do not think I can offer you any comfort.

I want to know,

will the gods ever smile on me again?

The gods will always smile on brave women,

like the Valkyries,

those furies who men fear and desire.

You'll have to forgive the poverty of the feast.

It has been a hard winter.

We had to burn our own grain stores

to rid ourselves of Jarl Borg.

So I heard.

Tell us, Erlendur,

what happened in England after we left?

We were betrayed by King Ecbert.

We made contact and

your Christian friend Athelstan arranged for further talks, or so he said.

In retrospect, I wonder who's side he was really on.

In any case, the trickster was at work.

Ecbert never meant to honor his promises to you.

We were betrayed, taken by surprise.

There was a great slaughter.

Erlendur and I barely escaped with our lives.

What about Athelstan?

Where is he now?

If he is fortunate, he died in battle.

In any case, let's not speak of him.

He was a worthless individual.

Poor Athelstan.

My sister and I grew to love him when we were children.

He fooled you, young Bjorn.

He never denounced his Christian God.

He was our enemy.

We should rejoice at his death.

So... What do you intend on doing now?

What do you think, Ragnar?

I intend on gaining revenge on King Ecbert.

We should plan a raid as soon as possible.

I would be very happy to take part in it.

King Ecbert should certainly be punished.

I agree.

We should return to Wessex.

But first, Jarl Borg must pay the price

for what he did to my family and to our people.

Forgive me, master.

No, it doesn't matter.

I understand, completely,

and if I were you, I would feel the same way.

But we must remember our agreement and what it was for.

We would sail west to raid and to colonize. That was your dream, Ragnar,

and I have come to share it.

But now we have neither the men nor the ships

to realize our dreams.

What are you saying?

I think we should go back to Jarl Borg.

He is licking his wounds. He is no longer as strong as he was.

And, yet, we need him.

We cannot go west without his ships.

And so, once again,

we should ask him to join our alliance.

Don't listen to him.

But who should go to Jarl Borg?

I think it should be you, Rollo.

After all, you know him better than anyone.

What do you think?

Farewell, my love.

I will pray to Thor that he grant you safe passage.

Throw that.

May you have success, Rollo, for the sake of all of us.

Man your stations.

Stores aboard.

All the men aboard!

Rollo.

Try the sail then.

I, too, wish you well.

Those words mean a lot coming from you.

They were hard to say.

Now they are said.

Cast away!

Ready the oars!

It has an unusual taste, wine.

But then, you're an unusual woman, Siggy.

You don't like wine?

It's horrible.

The finer things in life are an acquired taste.

I hope you do not mind I brought my son with me?

I want him to start to understand the game.

The game?

The game you and I play.

The game Ragnar tries to play.

Are you sure it is a game?

Why do you invite me to your bed?

Why do you tell me things about Ragnar?

Everything I do, I do for Rollo.

And not for yourself?

If Rollo rises, I rise also.

And you need my help.

Well, what do you think,

King Horik?

And what would you do, Sissy,

for my continued and active support?

My son is ignorant of the game

and strangely ignorant of other things as well.

He's only been with a few women, and they were nothing...

Slaves, girls.

I want him to enjoy the attentions

of an experienced, free woman.

Erlendur, come.

She sees a hall more fair than the sun,

thatched with gold, at Gimle.

There shall the gods in innocence dwell,

and live forever a life of bliss.

Why don't we have poets here anymore?

Poets to entertain us.

Sing to us.

Make us laugh.

I remember when this great hall was always full of laughter.

Laughter and good fellowship.

You can see it in her eyes.

My wife has returned to me.

That's good.

She went without my permission.

But, as you can all see, she has come back, and I love her for it.

After all, what man wouldn't be pleased

at the return of such a wife?

Skal.

Skal!

Skal, husband.

Unfortunately, you left my stepson behind.

It's time to leave.

Gerta, take my hand. Come. Come.

He wanted to stay with his father.

He's old enough to decide.

Is it not enough that I came back?

No, it's not enough, my dear wife,

it's... It's not enough.

Of course it's not enough. It's an insult to me.

What else could I have done?

His father is Ragnar Lothbrok.

Who is this Ragnar Lothbrok?

Nothing but a windbag, an opportunist.

A man so bloated with self-importance

he pretends to be descended from Odin!

He doesn't need to pretend anything.

Now I know for sure why you went to defend him.

Not to repulse a foreign invader, as you lied to me,

but because you're still in love with him.

You're still in love with Ragnar Lothbrok,

aren't you, wife?

You can sleep alone tonight.

I have made other arrangements.

Master, can I help you?

I was going to ask you the same question.

Those buckets look very heavy.

I'm used to it.

What is your name?

Porunn.

Sit a moment.

I have to finish my work.

It is all right.

Where do you sleep?

In that barn

with the other servants and animals.

Do you... have a boyfriend?

Of course!

I must finish my work.

She is remarkably good looking.

If you say so.

Why do you let Horik decide everything?

Can you really forgive Jarl Borg?

Do you know how much I suffered because of him?

How much your son suffered?

Yes, I know.

But you do nothing about it!

By insulting and humiliating me,

he insulted and humiliated you.

My father never would have allowed such a thing.

He would have been revenged.

Your father cannot do too much now,

being dead.

What is wrong?

You are quite safe.